Chapter 143

  Kiara The air crackled in the Alpha court of the Silvermoon Pack as I stood raging, sword in hand, glaring at the one named Finn. His words “You and I could get together” taunted me; his steady gaze dared me to lash out. The others cowered, eyes darting, breaths held, praying for my Lycan blood to first come boiling over with violence. Edward’s hand twitched, the chair creaking as he surveyed the scene. But he did not speak. His grizzled, stone-cold face was deceptively unreadable. Candles flickered on the chandelier above, wax dripping onto the oak table; the sound of each plop echoed in the tense silence. My fingers tightened on the hilt of my sword, and my anger had now turned icy with the thought of making Finn repent for his smugness when the door slammed open. Thomas came into the room, his cloak whirling about him, and dust flecked his scarred jaw. The magic of the moment changed—fear quelled, curiosity rose, and every head turned, eyes wide with expectation. Was it done? Had